just

Much of life is near misses and it’s not like there’s a lot of second chances so letting go and sacrifices are real misses in the end strike outs knowing this time that just passed never returns some days I just can’t see the point of pontificating once again why you gotta act so damn…

on experiencing

he asked me if I amheavy companyam I demandingspiritually, intellectuallyI wasn’t surewhat that meansI see throughthe eyes of an almost-queenwhose broken profilepaints the surrealoverlayedlike a Dali of poetrya scorpion shaped venuson a canvas of wordsi referto the obscureliteraryrooted in the dailyordinaryreflections tricklingfrom conversationswith the imaginaryI guess I’m kind of heavyif I only feel intenselyor not…